Here is the scene: Isabella sat at a small table by the window, her camera slung over her shoulder, staring at the lens with a look of deep concern. It had been two days since the incident, and she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Suddenly, the door to the cafe creaked open and a rugged-looking man with a sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes walked in. He scanned the room, his gaze locking onto Isabella. He approached her table, nodding at the photographer. "Gambler la mia domanda: cosa stai facendo lì?" he said, his Italian brogue thick and smooth. Isabella's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't respond. She didn't know a word of English. She shook her head and muttered, "Che cosa?" in dismay, " Questo è un messo, uno scandalo!" The detective rubbed his temples, confusion etched on his face. "What's going on? Who called you?" he said, trying to use hand gestures to convey his request. "You look like you've seen a ghost." Isabella's eyes darted around the cafe, as if searching for an escape. She glared back at the detective and said, "Questo è uno scandalo! Nessuno sapeva di nessuno!" Just as the detective was about to launch into another attempt to communicate, his radio crackled to life. He apologized and stood up, answering the call. As he talked, his eyes only glazed over, and he became agitated. "FBI, this is Ranger Jenkins. We need backup at the McGillicuddy farm, ASAP. We have a code 10-99." After a brief pause, he handed Isabella a notepad and pen. "Ma adesso, ti parli qualche volta dall'inglese, ma non parlare italiano un passo oltre ti so che non l'hai." (Try to explain to her, but don't speak any more Italian.) Isabella's eyes dropped to the notepad, her face pale. "Sì, un uomo scomparso?" she whispered. The detective's expression softened, and he nodded. "Ma ragazza, non so cosa capisco: sì, sì. A momento sarebbe meglio darti un documento che la polizia italiana mi ho trovato da lei." (Let me give you a document that the police in Italy found for you.) With a final glance at Isabella, the detective turned and left the cafe, leaving her alone with her thoughts.